Tuesday, May 29, 2012

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Tuesday, May 22, 2012

higgitusfiggitus:

Today my mom wasn’t home, so my eight year old sister asked me to set some words for her so she could write her daily sentences. I knew she did them every day, but I’ve never bothered to read them before.

My sister is a lot of things. She’s extremely smart, fairly quiet, and absolutely hilarious. But today I learned two new things about her:

a) my sister does not have a way with the written word

b) my sister is addicted to crack cocaine

I don’t know what the fuck she’s smoking but I want in on it sweet baby jesus I did not know what to do with myself while I was reading some of these

what is wrong with her

I don’t even understand what some of these mean









(things you should know: I am natalie, and her “silkys” are two little silk & velveteen blankets she’s slept with since she was born.)

My final 8 page paper is 3 pages, and everything else is late. 

Fuck this fucking semester.

My gpa is going down for sure.

Fuck it with all of the sticks. 

I am going to try and write this stupid final reaction paper that was due a minute ago and then when I am done like a while from now I’m going to watch Bob’s Burgers and forget about everything. That show is so good.

Oh and they’re raising the rent on us by about $700 next year. I guess we’ll try to fight it but we’ll see. It’s 38% so apparently that is illegal but who knows with stupid NYC and their bajillion housing cases. 

Monday, May 21, 2012
When they throw the water on the witch, she says, “Who would have thought a good little girl like you could destroy my beautiful wickedness.” That line inspired my life. I sometimes say it to myself before I go to sleep, like a prayer. John Waters describes his favourite scene in The Wizard of Oz (via bohemea)
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Cunt, meanwhile, is a word for the whole thing, a wholesome word, an earthy, dank and lusty word with the merest hint of horny threat. Cunt. It’s fantastically difficult to pronounce without baring the teeth.

Laurie Penny | “In defence of the “C” word” (via grrrlstudies)

I’ve been thinking about the word cunt lately. A boy I adored in high school called me a cunt and told me never to talk to him. It crushed me. When I say crushed I don’t just mean that it hurt me, even though it really did, but it also just felt like I was being crushed under the weight of that word if that makes sense. I felt big and visible and intrusive - all the things I tried so hard not to be. All the things I hated myself for because it’s impossible to be weightless and invisible. Cunt has teeth. It’s aggressive and intentional - the opposite of pussy. There’s a reason pussy is used as an insult to emasculate men while cunt isn’t. 

I’ve come to love the word cunt. I want to be a cunt. I want to be hard. I want to fuck shit up and for people to know that I’m not sorry. 

Now I haven’t even read the article this links to so I’m gonna do that later.

Saturday, May 19, 2012